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3 Day Lyric Challenge – Day One

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3 Day lyric Challenge – Day One

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/day-1-of-3-lyrical-challenge/

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I’d like to thank Paula, of “Light Motifs”, for nominating me for the 3 Day Lyrics Challenge.

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1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

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This is a song I’ve liked for a long time. The music and lyrics just take me to a happy place. 🙂

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“Let Your Love Flow”, by the Bellamy Brothers, is a single from their album, “Let Your Love Flow”, and was released in 1976, on the Warner Bros/Curb label. It was written by Larry E. Williams.

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My nominations:

J-Dub

Janet

Tara

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© 2018 BS

#RDP #74 – Zest

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#RDP #74 – Zest

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/13/rdp-74-zest/

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Today for the RDP challenge, the word is ‘zest’.

What to say about zest?

All I can think of is soap. Zest soap. I might have used it before, but can’t remember. I think the ads they ran on TV and in magazines are to make you feel all zesty or something. Maybe it would give you a burst of energy to lather up with their zesty smelling soap?

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Oh, there’s the zest you can grate off of a lemon or orange to put in a dish of food you’re cooking. I’ve probably done that a time or two. I don’t go around zesting fruits on a regular basis, though.

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There is a saltine cracker called Zesta. I’ve probably had those at one time or another, but usually we get another brand. I don’t know why, as saltines by any name are all about the same, aren’t they?

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~warning~spur of the moment bad poem ahead…

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Lather up with Zest

Their ads say it’s the best

It gives you a fruity feeling

Orange or lemon zest

It’s easier than peeling

You may say this is crackers, and

Poetry is not for slackers

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

Pool – 10 Day Photo Challenge – Day 3

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Pool – 10 Day Photo Challenge – Day 3

https://cassiaelisabeth.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/attention-photography-challenge/#comments

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The word of this 3rd day of the photo challenge is ‘pool’.

Thanks, Cassia, for hosting this fun photo challenge! 🙂

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We don’t have a swimming pool, and we don’t go swimming any more, so had to just take a couple of photos of kids pools you can buy at the store. However, whoever designed the boxes should have re-thought how the letters would look. You can barely see the ‘L’, so it just looks like ‘poo’! 🙂  The one with the steps, was from a long time ago when my kids were taking swimming lessons. Also, there is the photo of a slide going into a swimming pool where my grand-son was taking swimming lessons.

And then, there is a pool table. This one was at a VFW, where some relatives of ours were playing a game.  I always enjoyed playing pool, but haven’t in ages.

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© 2018 BS

 

Share Your World

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Share Your World – July 23, 2018

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Hey, look! It’s Monday and time for new questions from Cee, and answers from me! Join in the weekly fun, why don’t you. Click the above link to see how, and also see other entries. It’s fun!

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Cee’s Questions:

In regards to puzzle what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search, mazes, logic or numeric puzzles, something else, or nothing?

List at least five favorite treats and it doesn’t necessarily have to be food.

What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)

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My answers:

Puzzles – I love doing puzzles! Mainly jigsaw puzzles, but also crossword puzzles. Then, I sometimes do a word search, or a jumble. Never got into doing the logic puzzles (funny – my daughter and I were just talking about these yesterday!) Math or number puzzles are not for me, though.

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List 5 treats…

  1. Playing and talking with my grand kids
  2. Having my mister cook me breakfast every morning
  3. Having long, and fun chats with my daughters
  4. Finding good stuff (to me) at yard sales
  5. Any kind of sweets to eat (I like them all)

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My favorite kind of dogs…

Basset hounds. We’ve had several over the years. They are just big old babies that are funny and loveable. We don’t have any dogs right now – just a cat. We’ve had dogs & cats at the same time, and they all got along great.

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Maggie

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© 2018 BS

 

 

Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: July 15, 2018

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What is this?

Take a guess, then I’ll reveal what it is farther below.

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Still kind of hard to tell, but there are hundreds of ants all over the shoe insert! They were left outside to dry after getting wet, and for some reason the ants swarmed all over them.

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© 2018 BS

Flower of the Day – Christmas in July

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Flower of the Day – Christmas in July

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Do you have an extra Christmas celebration…in July?

I’ve always heard of it, but we never did anything for it, though lots of people around the world do.

Maybe families couldn’t get together in December, so have a fun party in July. Maybe we are wishing for some cooler weather, like we had in the winter months. Anyway, sounds fun!

So, here’s a pretty poinsettia for you in the month of July!

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – July 10, 2018 – Bearded Iris

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 21

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 21

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Eventually, Ghost saw the lights of the small town coming into view. As he neared the outskirts of the burg, he noticed a truck stop/diner. He stopped there to eat and ask directions to the bus station. As he walked in the door to the place, he got curious looks from the truckers and regulars that were there. Well, he was used to getting funny looks; that didn’t bother him as much as knowing he’d have to pay for his food with the hundred dollars. The money was in twenties, but he had no way of knowing that, so he was apprehensive.

He sat down at a table, and when the waitress came over with a menu, he ordered pancakes and molasses. He still had a molasses habit and needed a fix really bad. As he got involved in eating his food, he didn’t notice the truckers give each other knowing looks…the leering, the elbowing, the whispered words…dirty hippie, fag, weirdo, mountain trash. Some dared others to see if he needed to hitch a ride with them.

As Ghost finished eating, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was exhausted. His head nodded a couple of times, even though he tried to stay awake, but finally succumbed and laid his head on his arms, right there at the table. He was drifting to sleep, when someone shook his shoulder. He startled awake, looking up at a fairly normal looking trucker, if truckers were actually normal looking. Ghost didn’t know…he’d never met one before.

“Noticed you falling asleep, dude,” said the man, as he stood next to Ghost. “Where ya headed?”

Ghost swallowed and wiped a bit of drool from his mouth, “Uh, the bus station, I reckon,” he said.

The man, who had accepted the dare continued, “Well, I’m heading west all the way to California with my load. You’re welcome to ride along if you want.”

Ghost blinked and tried to think…”Is this a good thing or a bad thing?” He didn’t know this guy, maybe he’s a serial killer or something, and then…”I wouldn’t have to deal with the bus thing. I could just give this guy some money to take me along.”

He tried to sense if he should accept or not, but couldn’t get a reading on it; his brain was too tired. So, he nodded and said, okay, but that he’d pay him for taking him along on the road. The guy clapped him on the back and said,

“Good decision, I’m leaving in about half an hour. Meet me at my truck, the one with the blue cab.” He started to walk away, then turned back, “Oh, I paid for your food already, don’t worry about it.”

Ghost got his backpack and went to splash water on his face, trying to wake himself up more. Was what happened just now real, or a dream?

The man went over to his buddies and gave them a thumbs up sign. They guffawed and jeered and said, “Have fun with your little hippie, if you know what we mean. He’s all yours. If he’s any good, you can pass him on to us. We’ll keep driving him around all over the country, until we’ve all had a turn at him,” they laughed.

“No, if he’s any good, I’ll keep him for myself,” the guy said, as Ghost came back into the room. He looked over at them, then went outside in the still hot, but cooling night air.

He spotted the blue cab truck, but didn’t go over yet. He stood in the parking lot and stared up at the stars. The smell of diesel was heavy in the air. He tried to summon up a vision of what would come next, but his mind was a blank right now. Just then the doors opened, and the man came out.

“Come on,” he motioned for Ghost to follow. As they reached the semi, Ghost looked up and up…the truck was huge. He’d never been next to one before. How do you get in it, he wondered. The man had made a check of the tires and the load on the trailer, then came to the passenger side, pulled out a ladder from a hidden compartment in the side of the cab.

“Get on in,” he said.

Ghost was still in awe of the huge truck though, and just stood there. Even the lowest rung of the ladder was pretty high. The man rolled his eyes, as he pushed Ghost up to the ladder, telling him to climb, and he helped boost Ghost up.

They pulled away from the truck stop and onto the highway heading west. The man didn’t say much, concentrating on his driving, and soon the steady roar and rocking motion of the truck put Ghost to sleep, his head leaning on the window. He was too tired to dream. If he’d been able to though, he would have tried to get out of there at all costs.

The trucker kept glancing over at Ghost. His thoughts rambled along with the passing miles. All that talk back at the truck stop was just that…talk, he figured… trying to one up the guys.Then his mind went in a ‘what if’ direction. What if he was to have some fun with this little hippie hitch-hiker? He licked his lips and looked over at Ghost again. This could be interesting. He’d never had a real urge to do anything with a guy before. Hell, he’d had women from coast to coast, but it had been awhile since the last one. A sudden stirring began to seep into his thoughts. Hmmm…maybe I should at least try it, and this is a good opportunity. No one would have to know, if he didn’t say anything.

His breathing came a little faster. He looked at Ghost again. He is kinda cute, I guess, maybe he knows the score and does this all the time. Up ahead there was a rest stop. He figured he could pull over and see what would happen. If it worked out, fine…if not, he’d just leave the kid there. So, he planned his move in the next few miles. He slowed the semi, pulling into the parking area. No one else was there.

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Next part coming soon!

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© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

 

Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: July 1, 2018

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Here’s a couple more photos I took at the National World War One Museum and Memorial, at Kansas City MO.

An actual torpedo, and a mine.

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To read the descriptions better, just click on the photo to enlarge…

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© 2018 BS